Way back in 2010, we were lucky enough to get tickets to the Polar Express. Hubby was deployed, so we took our beloved Boppa along on the ride. Prince M was a baby so he stayed home with his Grammy. Prince K and Prince L were so excited - but when Prince K realized we weren't actually headed to the North Pole, but back to the train station, he was furious. So when we were lucky enough to score some tickets again this year, we warned Prince K and Prince L to keep the secret for their little brothers' sake.
Prince M was beside himself with excitement at the thought of seeing Santa and his reindeer. On the way to our adventure though he got carsick and had to wear a t-shirt with no coat in this cold weather. Poor baby! Then Prince N soiled himself and had to be changed as well... at this point I thought we wer going to be so late that we'd miss our train ride! Fortunately, Hubby always keeps his cool, and we were able to make it just in the nick of time.
Prince L was all smiles, and insisted on a window seat. He loved the idea of singing Christmas carols along the way!
Prince K wanted a seat of his own to stretch out. He had to play it cool, of course! But when you have a little brother (let alone 3!) you can only sit in peace for a few minutes before company comes along.
When we made it to the North Pole, Prince M was beyond excited to see the elves waiting for him and waving. He was smiling, giggling, and staring in amazement. That moment made the entire trip well worth it for me! I love the innocence of a little boy who still believes with all his heart!
Once at the North Pole, we read a story and went upstairs to see Santa, who gave us all bells. Santa was in rare form that day, however, and attempted to "pose" my children for a picture. Too funny!
I hope we can get tickets again in a couple years when Prince N is old enough to share in the fun!
